Page 34 of Tactical Lies

Or she thought she did.

Only she didn't hear a sound.

Run.

She had to run.

Had to get away from him or he’d rape her.

But when she tried to run, she couldn’t.

Looking down, she saw a metal cuff locked around her ankle attached to the ground, and because of it, she couldn’t move.

“Let him touch you, Becca. You know you want it. Just like you wanted me,” Dylan said, appearing at her side beside tent man.

“No! I never wanted you to touch me!” she screamed, this time her voice was so loud it hurt her ears.

How could he say that?

Didn't Dylan know that what he did to her ruined her life?

“Pretty girl,” tent man crooned again as his hands ripped at her clothing, baring her body to him.

His hands touched her.

Dylan’s hands as well.

She couldn’t make them stop.

Couldn’t move at all.

She was stuck.

Trapped.

Helpless.

When tent man and Dylan both shoved inside her simultaneously, she screamed and thrashed with everything she had. Desperate to get them out of her. Desperate to get rid of the feel of them. Desperate to erase their despicable acts from her mind.

“Becca.”

Something was shaking her.

“Wake up, moonlight.”

More shaking as the tent she was trapped in began to fade.

“Good girl, come on, honey, wake up.”

Eyes snapping open, Becca bolted upright to find herself on the plane still in the middle of the bed she’d curled up on to try to get some rest.

Now she wasn't alone. Connor was there knelt on the bed beside her, his hands on her shoulders, panic in his sky blue eyes.

He’d ripped her from a nightmare just like he’d done so many times before in the months following her assault.

It wasn't all he’d done for her.

They’d quickly discovered there was something that helped to calm her when her fears were getting the best of her.

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